Blood or Water

Chapter 33 | A Mark Symbolising A Promise

"Im serious, they are so good. Why do they waste the goodness by putting a freaking hole through the middle." she says, her voice filled with sleep as kneel beside the bath washing the blood form her hair.

We came home after the casino, I text the group saying we would return to Florence before we planned due to the state Gianna is in and the scene caused. I needed to know if it had reached Florence yet.

To my surprise, it hadn't. I had a few more hours of silence before my mother battered my head in with cursing Italian at me. Giana sits int he tub, her arms hugging her knees as I rinse her hair, how do I always end up washing this girls hair. However, today I realised I would do anything for her, regardless of the price.

"I down know baby, I down know." I explain quite frankly I zoned out the conversation a while ago yet humming and nodding has been a blessing in disguise.

"Like its donut bread. Whats with the whole." she ask turning to look at me, her eyes are hooded yet they still hold the shine they always do. I would kill anyone who tried to dim the light in them, yet it is becoming quite that I would have to kill myself eventually.

"Yeah, but is like a donut bread." I reply shrugging my shoulders, what the hell is she talking about.

"Can I sing." she asks me and I chuckle. Can she, not really but will she, most definitely. She begins to hum along to a long before her voice breaks into song and she turns to me, "Your the one, designed for me." she sings. Hey eyes flick to my then I watch them dip to my lips.

My body shivers as her eye lashes bat in my direction. My tongue unintentionally snakes across my lips, I watch her eyes trail following the action before she flick them back to mine.

"I think you washing my hair made me sober up." she chuckles and I shake my head.

"no doll, it was the three hour car drive which you slept through." I laugh walking across the room to grab a towel, I turn runs and she splashes water at me.

"Gianna." I scold, her eyes drop and her lips form a pour and the only thing I can think of doing is bitting her bottom lip. She his lifts her arms and my eyes flick to her chest and I mentally scold my self brining them back to her face.

I reach down placing my hands under her arms and lifting her, she wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck as I carry her through the bathroom towards my. our. bedroom. I place her on the bed, and she bounces, her hair spreads across the bed leaving water streaks in its wake.